by David Stone
Our guests had gone home, hours ago. Dishes done, drying on the rack, you lounged in one of our old chairs, reading God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater. A lamp hung a lemon umbrella above you. Across the room, I sunk into Robert Lowell, interrupting you all the time to read out loud verses that stung me. Rimsky-Korsakoff met the rustle of summer at our window. It was one, two, three, four a.m.... You started to say something. If there was one thing more in the world worth living for, I didn’t know it.
- See also: Binghamton: A Narrative In Verse
Who Does This?
At the June 18 meeting of the Roosevelt Island Operating Corporation’s Real Estate Development Advisory Committee, President and Chief Executive Officer B.J. Jones acknowledged that there had been no progress finding a tenant for the long-discussed medical space on Main Street. Hudson/Related Realty LLC had told him that filling the space, along with other vacant storefronts, was proving more difficult than expected.





